Academic success!

Despite the Japanese listening total fail, I received 80 in my Japanese literature module and have got a conditional offer from King's College London. Huzzah!

Palpitations galore.

So, I intended to have an early night tonight and within half an hour of closing my eyes, I jolt awake and am greeted with palpitations. Only God knows why I suddenly had a feeling of anxiety. I've had no obligations this week whatsoever, in fact, it could not have been a more counter-productive/non-eventful week, with the exception of my 7 hour stint at the pub on Tuesday, but that was purely down to catching up with an old friend who I hadn't properly spoken to in 2 years...

I've attempted to re-arrange my room in attempt to try and distract myself since it was kind of getting messy and have opened my windows to let some much needed cold (and disputably "fresh") air in.

I'm wondering if it is anything to do with the fact that my second and final semester of my life- in theory- starts this coming Monday and I'm beginning to think more and more about what the fuck is going to happen beyond graduation day.

I can't really suppress the thought of it, and I am worried about what my classification will end up being. I've been trying not to think about it too much, but I had the misfortune of a certain somebody reminding me that I haven't done as well as I ought to have done in my time here- you know who you are. 

I am hoping for some type of wondrous miracle this semester so I can prove to myself I'm not a complete retard, and that I will in turn not be condemned to a life of menial jobs.

Pointless worrying about that now though, I need to get through the rest of today yet.

I'm hoping not to waste today, as I have done the rest of the week. I need to stop regretting this though, since spending time regretting shit is what I've been doing for 3 and a bit years.

It's time to move on and make do with what I have.

Lord knows I can't ask for any time back.

Chokobo | チョコボ

Doppelganger

Doppelganger. Noun. A ghostly double or counterpart of a living person. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/doppelganger)

Fortunately, the doppelganger in question is neither my own nor that of any relatives or close friends; to which I breathe a sigh of relief. 

And in all fairness, the doppelganger in question doesn't look even remotely like the person I think he is similar to.

However,  the very voice, mannerisms and work-ethic of this individual, conjure up thoughts of a horrible bastard who I had the misfortune of crossing paths with during my year in Japan. The resemblance of character- and as I have just come to learn from my house mate, apparent affinity of hobbies- leads me to the conclusion that this individual is at least, the spiritual doppelganger of the aforementioned horrible bastard. 

My house mate has gotten to the know the spiritual doppelganger in question, and has informed me that he does indeed share traits with the horrible bastard, but unlike he, has a soul and is genuinely a nice guy, and doesn't have a phallus on his forehead.

And that news, is great news.

But if the legend of doppelgangers is true, here's hoping that this doppelganger and the horrible bastard meet face to face, and that the horrible bastard fades away. 

Chokobo | チョコボ 

Pre-final year blues.

"Sorry, I'm not a fresher."

"Sorry I'm not a fresher."

These, the words of my quick fire response to being hounded to join a society of some description, whilst I walked back through campus on my way home.

What I'm certain of are the words that I spoke.

What I'm not certain of (now) is where the emphasis lay in the utterance...